I know it's not exactly close to New Year's, nonetheless, I would like to say stuff has been down and
a little up. It's not everyday you live through long-friend abandonment pain, get your art spirit killed for a year's worth of days, and have a guy or two help healing your crushing depression.
It's nearly Christmas as I type this in, yet I miss being the under-tree, seeking-pretty-lights youngling of joy I used to be. Time without going back bites a big one. Bleck... 'least there's people to embrace me.
Still, I can be a little cheery for the few good events popped up on my end.
Must be the late growing status of acception though trials by turmoil.
Wouldn't mind if life gets more better next year.
I certainly appreciate it the most sincerity.
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